Monday, January 18, 2021

.Paths.

 

 

I walk through the path that I memorize

Each steps I walk with full of confidence,

Though each step that I made things gets darker

Slowly I’m getting lost without a marker,

The light that has shown slowly fading

Nothing but a total dark that keeps shading,

Though suddenly mist starts to fold

Slowly the light and dark collide,

As if showing me there is always in between

From light to darkness mist suddenly intertwine,

That reminds me there’s always a new path

That I can cross too without the aftermath.

 

Jr.

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